1. Love At First Piss - Part 3


    Date: 8/15/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    The sun was already peeping over the horizon when the three of us began the hike across town towards the cove. That quiet, secluded bay was to be the venue for the most disgustingly lewd act I’d ever taken part in…if all went to plan, that was. I had my doubts, but excitement drove me on. It was peaceful in that early hour. Yellow fingers of sunlight melted away the indigo of the night, replacing it with pastel shades of gold and pink. Birds twittered from the tree-tops, their calls lyrical, gentle, unlike the raucous cries of gulls that shatter the peace from dawn till dusk in British seaside resorts. Morning had arrived, but the town slept on. Treading softly, I breathed in the fresh, sea air as I walked, feeling it revive me. It had been a long night, and yet my fun was far from over. I was going to need every ounce of energy I could muster. Gary took my hand as we strolled along whilst Jake remained some distance behind, allowing us some privacy. Ironic, considering our plans. We walked in silence, wary of disturbing the slumbering resort and unsure what to say to each other. What we were about to do was entirely new, something we’d never tried before, and that evoked a degree of trepidation alongside the eagerness. When we reached the main beach, I paused to admire the view. The sun had clambered higher into a deepening blue sky, illuminating the soft, golden sands of the immaculate tourist beaches. Pristine and litter free, the sand glinted in the sun whilst the ...
    shimmering sea beyond, beckoned enticingly. I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled slowly. I loved Cyprus, especially the beaches. Meticulously tended by an army of maintenance staff, they had to be the cleanest stretches of coastline on the planet. Cypriot beaches were also equipped with the best amenities; bins, showers, and an abundance of remarkably hygienic 24hr toilets. There was no excuse for public urination, not even at this hour. The cove wasn’t as carefully maintained as the main beaches, and it lacked the toilet facilities. That, however, didn’t excuse what we planned to do there. Our activities, if we were caught, would be heavily frowned upon. I wasn’t familiar with the exact punishment for public urination and lewd behaviour, but it was sure to be harsh. I didn’t care. I was young, stupid and horny and the idea of defiling a pristine beach only added to the thrill. Social awareness and community spirit were low on my list of priorities; all I cared about were my own pleasures and lustful needs. Jake over-took Gary and I on the path leading down to the cove. Surefooted as a goat, he galloped off ahead of us. By the time we reached the soft sands of the secluded bay, he had already stripped naked. “Well? What took you?” he asked, his rigid cock clasped in a firm grip. “Remember this?” he grinned, looking at me as he stroked his erection. “Oh yes.” Smile growing, my eyes drank in the sight of Jake’s substantial penis. I did indeed remember that, and what he could do with it. ...
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